Culture, Recovery


If a flower grows in the sidewalk, is it still a flower...or is it a weed? I guess it’s a matter of perspective. Some people would call it a weed, defacing their pretty, orderly sidewalk. They look at it with disgust and hatred. They trample it, spray poison on it, pluck it, and rip it… Continue reading perspective


living out integrity

I had a thought recently that encompasses everything that’s been on my mind, between others who have hurt me, my abusers, my own victim-mentality, and the world in general. It all concerns that one word: integrity. Not long ago, I had to step out on a homily on the “terrible twos”, that challenging time in… Continue reading living out integrity


crabs have claws

Abuse really does so much harm to one’s ability to see reality. I realized it again when I made that mistake, memories of mistakes leading to severe emotional abuse and grudges (leading to more emotional abuse for those things I said sorry for) flooding my mind. This is true for the immediate as well as… Continue reading crabs have claws